Time to be continued. Part I

There was a lady. A lady who had been a nurse for decades with a richly decorated history of awards. Awards not of long term service (for she rarely worked in a place for more than 3years) but of excellence within her career. She cared beyond comfort, she looked beyond the numbers of health-maintaining machine interfaces and most importantly, she felt beyond emotions.

One fateful night, her father suffered critical health issues stemming from a prolonged inability to relief himself properly (and not making it known to her to prevent her from worrying).
Without hesitation, she summoned the ambulance to provide her paternal figure with the best possible solution to his problems. Admission to A&E ensued.

While her dearest father was being tended to, she was stranded.
Left without any options like all the others sitting (im)patiently around her at the waiting area, she could only pin herself to the hopes of the most positive outcome.

This is a common situation to many. Smothered by the silence of the room and immersed amidst the arid stench of anticeptics, one can only remain detained in the place by the tension of worrying for your loved one and the unspoken trust for whoever-the-heck doctor was tending to them. The mood remains, forever, a constant deep blue with dark thoughts streaking through the minds of the waiting room's victims.

I missed out another feeling.

There she sat rooted, silently within the abyss.
The main door swung open violently, similar as to the TV dramas that we often indulge in.

Ah, that feeling.Its...

A team of white flashed by. Rushing their goods to the immediate service of the surgery room. It was a heap of fresh red. A plan view would have resembled a red coloured sunny-side up, except that the yolk had been burst with a fork and whatever was encased within overflowed without restrictions. Lingering behind was a middle aged mother dressed in her pyjamas.

Its shock.

The lady took a glance at her. The mother's eyes were stretched wide with fear.Her hands and clothing were undecoratively stained yolk red. She was locked in an endless tremble, one which enclosed her within similar dimensions as a quake-affected area registering 7.5 on the Richter. Her son had taken a step, not out of the front door, but the kitchen window of their 9th floor apartment.

Shocking; very unpleasant and sudden

Impactfully thrown from the equilibria which she enjoyed in her daily mundane life,she fumbled clumsily for her Nokia with her Parkinson stricken hand, trying (desperately) to remember telephone numbers of her relatives. She knew that she needed to inform someone...anyone.. in the family of the calamity, but her vision was severely hindered.

She sees in her head, a red coloured sunny-side up, except that the yolk had been burst with a fork and what was encased within overflowing without restrictions. She had the privilege to see more, probably in detail too. Her brain was void of numbers.

That moment, a pair of arms embraced her frail frame tightly.
No a word spoken nor a sound made.
Just a tight hug which encased her within the lady's bosom and warmth. It was a hug which probably lasted more than a minute. That minute continued her time, time which had stopped from the moment she had been adruptly woken up by a heavy 'thud'. Her consciousness returned, momentarily, as she dialed and connected to a line.

The lady nurse went back to her seat, knowing better than anyone how the mother must be suffering from a severe psychological injury and probable physical loss. The shocked mother, now surrounded by her family, received the news of her son's death calmly.And before the shock within her gave way to dammed tears of grief, she steadily made her way to the lady.

'Thank you for the hug.'
were her last words before she broke into tears and fainted subsequently.



We can be stopped within our tracks in time in the face of any severely adverse conditions, but many a times, we, as a victim remain trapped.
This lady nurse, even in a critical state personally, was able to help the mother overcome that pause which could have crippled her life thereafter.
With a simple hug. One that the mother will never forget.

Samaritan; a person who gives sympathy and help to people in trouble.

Saving a life is not just within the confines of the surgery theatre. It can be anywhere.
Just as time is important in all situations. When time loses a meaning to something, it will still carry a meaning to other things and as long as you still carry a meaning in life, time will still go on indefinitely.